Reflection.

Many times a day I look at myself in the mirror. Most of the time only to check my teeth to make sure I don't have food in them after lunch, or something of that sort. But on occasion I find myself looking in the mirror to search for something, or someone. All my life I've wanted to be "pretty". That word these days means you must be tall, lanky, and very skinny to an extreme.. or that's how life is for a supermodel. Also, "pretty" these days is someone who is bleach blonde and tanning bed fried. I have none of these qualitites and frankly, I don't mind at all. But sometimes I find myself believing that even the tall, lanky girls have something going for them. For someone of my stature, five feet one inch, it feels as if I don't have much going for me among people. And that's exactly how it is. I don't. But lately I've come to realize that although I may not have a gorgeous face or body, Jesus loves me just as I am.

 He died for the short, normal people too. Maybe I should focus less on growing vertically and more on growing spiritually, in my relationship with Jesus Christ.

December 23, 2010. Just another day in the life of Hope Lucus.